As the immortal Freddy Fender would say, what a difference a day makes, 24 little hours …
Doug:
If the good people of Cow Hampshah wish to replace the now fallen "Old Man of the Mountain," I suggest they commission an artist to begin cahving Papi's face out of the side of a granite outcropping post-haste.
Mike:
Absolutely they should. People would top off their E-ZPass accounts and drive from all ovah to prostrate themselves before the giant granite countenance of the Beloved (and then pick up a couple cases of cheap booze at a state liquor store on the way home.)
Doug:
And just because I know it makes Yankees fans shit their collective Hillary Clinton pantsuits when we say it … Ortiz and Manny are the greatest 1-2 offensive punch since Ruth-Gehrig!
Mike:
And it's not just the Ruthian Red Sox offense that has smutty nosed Yankees fans kids whimpering "I see Red Sox people" when confronting reality. There's also the the homegrown young guns.
Doug:
Papelbon, Delcarmen, Hansen … Can I get an oh-yeah, a hell-yeah, and a fuck-yeah?
Mike:
All of the above. And, ad interim, the Devil Rays continue to make the 2005 Yankees their bent ovah croupade bitches.
